Marilyn lowered her voice. “They are taking him to the Mayo Clinic. They think he has cancer.”I just stared at my wife while the blood roared in m... ears for a second. She wasn’t smiling, and this wasn’t something people joke about. After a few seconds, I said, “What? When did this happen?”Marilyn gave a helpless shrug and sat down on the bed next to me. “He’s been seeing his doctor for a few months now, but they just started putting the pieces together. He gets tired, his knees and elbows are. (I think it is hilarious how many times I meet guys for sex and we greet each other with a handshake, and within minutes we are inside each other.)The two of them obviously had an inside joke going because apart from them wearing suits and ties and me wearing shorts and a t-shirt, they couldn't stop giggling and I had a feeling it was at my expense. It felt a little bit rude but, I trust these guys and I was thinking they had something pretty amazing in mind and while we have had some pretty. She was wearing no bra! I could feel her stiffening nipple. My heart raced even more. I wanted her!“Let’s have a discussion of what is cheating and what is not.” I said.“Sure. I like debating.”“If I start rubbing along the side of your body ever so gently, like this, well that could happen in a subway.” I was stroking her side, under her clothes. Her skin was so smooth!“Absolutely, certainly not cheating.” She was caressing my chest, running her fingers through my chest hairs.“I heard in Europe. First taking two wax strips she "cleaned up" his eyebrows witha quick tug. He winced from the pain, and started to freak out, but shecalmed him, stroking his shoulder, while making shushing noises, lookinghim in the eye, much the same way she would have done with a small childwho just bumped his head. Afterwards she started painting and dusting,until his entire face was covered in cosmetics."I'm going to finish your hair now, and then we can go find your mom."First she removed all the curlers,.